The Pride Game

Chapter 23

The masked officer who used to give directions to the participants gave orders to remove the corpse of the woman who had killed herself. Her friends sitting around her closed their eyes while crying and roaring. They shouted, "Enough! Enough! We don't want anymore! Enough!" They screamed and were frustrated.

One of them shifted quickly to distance himself from the corpse of the woman beside him. His heart was about to burst when right in front of his own eyes, his friend committed suicide. When he shifted, he tumbled, and he rolled several times until he was now kneeling under Gerry's feet.

Gerry doesn't want this game to be stopped; he still wants to continue this game until the end. He was sure that he would win this match. The other participants are frail and don't have the guts to play this game.

"I want to go home ... I want to go home ...." The man under Gerry's feet curled up, his whole body shaking, his lips dry. His voice stuttered.

Now under his feet, Gerry saw this disgusting sight. His heart was inflamed; he hated those who constantly whined. "Shut up! Or I'll kill you!" said Gerry in a harsh voice, his feet already in the face of the participant.

"Go home... go home!" The man shouted again in frustration, his face hopeless.

Gerry curled up; he grabbed the participant's hair. "I said shut up!"

Coinciding with the commotion that was taking place in the dining room, suddenly, the sound of galloping sounds resounded throughout the room. Everyone turned to the source of the sound.

A masked woman who has a slender body, accompanied by approximately one hundred and fifty women who only wore bras and panties; they were so sexy; exposing their large body parts, entered the dining room.

Initially, the man who was helpless on the floor tilted his head upwards. His eyes were wide open.

"Where is this? Am I dead? Why are there so many nymphs in front of me?" His eyes were wide, and his mouth was wide open.

He started to get up from his seat and sat with his mouth wide open, and a smile immediately spread across his face.

"Please take your seats," cried the masked woman. Her voice was hoarse.

Samuel looked at the woman speaking in front of him, her body seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't recognize her.

"Ladies and gentlemen who are gathered in this place," the woman greeted all the participants who were there. Men secretly steal glances at the bodies of sexy women who only cover their bodies with underwear.

"Congratulations! Congratulations! Once again, I congratulate the participants who made it to the second round." She was silent for a moment, and a smile spread across her red lips. "You are great detectives. You use your solid analytical powers, so you can know where the exit to your destination is. The woman laughed.

She looked left and right; then, her head nodded as if to signal the sexy women on her right and left. The women also wore masks, their hair flowing down their backs.

Each of the women walked straight towards the men gathered in the room. And when the woman in front clapped her hands, the sexy women sat on the men's laps and wrapped their arms around the men's necks. Their bodies no longer had any distance from the men in front of them.

All the men gulped their saliva.

Samuel saw the woman sitting on his lap; during these eleven years, he had not dated women, only visited bars, once or twice a year hired women there to sleep with them. Unfortunately, his finances are running low, so he hasn't been to bars for several years.

The woman in front of her made her heart skip a beat; she deliberately brought her sweet spot closer to Samuel.

Despite that, Samuel thought that this was one of the weapons the owner of this game was using to distract the participants from the pain, fear, and anxiety that threatened their lives.

He doesn't pay any attention to the woman beside him at all.

Alena saw that the men were no longer paying attention to the woman in front who was talking, but the men focused on the springy object now attached to their bodies.

The woman in front smiled; she said, "We are free human beings; no one can put us down. We are not losers who can be trampled on and dumped at will. We have high self-esteem. Each of us has high intellectual excellence, then why do we want to live in the shadow of the CDA!" The woman's voice boomed throughout the room, but only the female participants listened to the woman speak.

Gerry couldn't hear what the masked woman in front was trying to say. His attention was fixed entirely on the woman on his lap.

All the pieces that belonged to the woman were large, and he couldn't command his hands to stay where they were. His left hand had already entered the woman's panties, groping the buttocks of the woman in front of him.

When Gerry was about to do more, the woman standing in front clapped her hands and made the sexy women stand up and immediately walk back to where the woman was. The sexy women's buttocks swaying as if slitting the men's throats.

They are so tormented; why are they served something they can't even enjoy when they want it!

Along with the applause came the strong and well-built men wearing masks on each of their faces. The men only wore short. Their skin was tanned, and a masculine aura spread throughout the room. They are men with stout muscles and who make up their bodies.

All the participants were amazed, but it wasn't because of the appearance of the men that made them drool, but something in the hands of the men.

The men carried a large black suitcase, which covered their junior.

"As we all know, our purpose in playing this game is to fight over our pride. We are already free, but why are we like people under a curse. Is this true?" The woman's voice was smooth, soft, and misleading. Each participant shook their head.

The woman smiled. "We don't deserve to be insulted; we have something inside of us that is worth fighting for. We have brilliant brains; we can solve problems. Therefore we deserve honor for all that we have." The participants seemed to be bewitched by the woman's speaking ability."

The room was silent; even they could not hear the sound of their breathing. The woman clapped her hands again, and this time the handsome and dashing men opened the black suitcase, and instantly the participants' mouths opened wide.

That's a lot of money!